12/26/2025
Merry Christmas, my dear friend🎄.
The first Christmas after losing my beloved daughter, Fofi, landed exactly 4 months after her passing. I went to mass that day and cried like a baby in the pew while resting my head on my hubby’s shoulder.
The priest was preaching with deep joy about the birth of Jesus and all I could think about was, “How can this guy be so happy about His birth knowing He will soon be betrayed, abused, denigrated, and killed?”
Fofi’s 3rd birthday would have been that same month, on Dec. 3rd, and I couldn’t focus on the joy of her being born because the pain of having lost her overcame me.
But something about that priest’s contagious joy took over me. I wanted what he had. I profoundly desired to feel that bliss over the birth of my daughter without letting the darkness of death overshadow it.
I cried and cried.
Then I felt peace... the peace that comes from a deep sense of KNOWING that I would arrive at the same contagious joy the priest was oozing.
I KNEW that...
I would be happy again.
I would celebrate life over death.
I would believe in what I said I believed (eternal life).
I would RISE.
And so it is.
I am contagious joy.
I am peace.
I am the love that transcends death.
I am deep gratitude.
I am the chosen mother of an angel.
And I am the manger of Baby Jesus.
Remember what today is about.
Open up the manger of your heart and let Baby Jesus be reborn in it. Welcome Him into your mind, soul, relationships, and your home. Success is inevitable when you surrender to the dreams He dreams for you.
May you experience the peace, joy, and fulfillment that depend not on external circumstances... and may you be abundantly blessed today and always.
Merry Christmas, my friend.
God bless you!
Betsy